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"Mystery
after night,"
if says, "Mystery
of flight!"
"Mystified
Surete say,
we are -
we suspect play!"
Bad on
soprano -
Carlotta,
now Christine!
Still, at
the get sold
gossip's
its weight in . . .
a way to
run a business!
Spare me
trials!
Half cast disappears,
but the crowd cheers!
Opera!
To with Gluck and Handel -
a scandal that'll
'em in the aisles!

Damnable!
Will they all out?
is damnable!

Andre, don't shout . . .
publicity!
And the is vast!
publicity!

But we no cast . . .

(calmly)]
But Andre,
have you the queue?
Oh, it
got one too . . .

"Dear
a charming gala!
Christine a great success!
We were hardly
Carlotta left -

the was entrancing,
but the was a
mess!"

(reading his)]
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief
my has not been paid.
it care of the ghost,
by of post
P.T.O.:
No-one a debtor,
so better if my
are obeyed!"

Who have the gall
to send
Someone with a brain!

[FIRMIN (examining letters)]
These are both "O.G." . . .

Who the is he?

(immediately realizing)]
ghost!

(unamused)]
It's not amusing!

He's
our position!

In
he money!

He's a
of spectre . . .

. . . to a
retainer!
Nothing -
he is clearly insane!

Where is

You mean

I Miss Daae -
where is

Well, how we know?

I an answer -
I take it that you sent me note?

What's all this

Of not!

Don't at us!

She's not you, then?

Of not!

We're in the . . .

Monsieur, argue -
Isn't the
you wrote?

And what is it, that
to have wrote?
(Realizing his mistake)
Written!

"Do not fear for Daae.
The of Music
has her his wing.
no attempt to see her again."

If you didn't write it, who

is he?

Ah, back!

Your patron -
is he?

What is it

(to RAOUL)]
I have your -
a which I
resent!

(to RAOUL)]
And did you it?

Of not!

As if he would!

You didn't it?

Of not!

What's on . . .?

(to RAOUL)]
You dare to me,
that is not the
you sent?!

And is it that I'm
to have sent?
(RAOUL takes the and reads it)
"Your
at the Populaire are numbered.
Daae
will be on your behalf tonight.
Be
for a misfortune,
you attempt
to her place."

Far too
for my taste -
and most of
Christine!
All heard since we came
is Daae's name . . .

Miss has returned.

(drily)]
I trust her oil
is well and burned.

Where is she now?

I thought it
she went home . . .

She rest.

May I see

No, monsieur,
she see no-one.

Will she
she sing?

Here, I a note . . .

Let me see it!

(snatching it)]
Please!

[FIRMIN (Opens the and reads. The PHANTOM'S
voice gradually over)]
"Gentlemen, I have now you several notes of the
most amiable nature, detailing how my is to be
run. You not followed my instructions.
I shall give you one chance . . ."

VOICE (taking over)]
Christine has returned to you,
and I am anxious her
progress.
In the new of "Il Muto",
you therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Daae
in the of Countess.
The role which Daae plays
for charm and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is -
which my casting,
in a
ideal.
I shall watch the performance from my seat in
Box Five, which will be kept for me. Should
these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond
will occur.

(taking over)]
"I remain, Gentlemen,
Your servant, O.G."

Christine!

Whatever . . .?

It's all a to help Christine!

This is . . .

I know who sent
(pointing an finger)
The - her lover!

(ironical)]

(to the OTHERS)
Can you believe

(to CARLOTTA, in protest)]
Signora!

[CARLOTTA (half to the MANAGERS, to herself)]
O traditori!

(to CARLOTTA)]
is a joke!

This nothing!

O mentitori!

Signora!

You are our star!

And will be!

. . .

The man is mad!

We take orders!

(announcing it to EVERYONE)]
Miss will be playing
the Pageboy - the role . . .

Carlotta will be
the lead!

(waxing melodramatic)]
It's useless to
me!
You're only this
to me!
Signori, e
Non, non, non udire!
morire!
O mio!
Dio!

Who his word,
to those . . .

(to MANAGERS)]
You have me!

The sees,
the knows . . .

Why did
fly from my . . .?

You have me!

Signora, us . . .

You have me!

Please, Signora,
we you . . .

This hour see
your fears . . .

I see her . . .

Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!

The knows,
the hears . . .

did she go . . .?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, for us!
be a martyr . . .

What new
lie in . . .?

Our . . .!

Non vo' cantar!